Page 158 of Somebody's Watching Me
While her husband was quiet in his rage, Evie was letting it out. There were no tears or panicked hysterics, only a fury like Jamison hadn’t known her sister could carry.
“Her blood is on me.” Evie’s nose scrunched as she rocked in her seat. “I-I wore a pretty blue shirt for a boy, and that bitch got her blood all over it.”
Samuel turned off the highway, flying down Haven’s road as Izzy’s rental car sped past them in the opposite direction with Rowan on his bike behind her. Liam must have called, or else the news hit the media already.
“Don’t run Dad over,” Jamison said to Samuel.
Their father was standing in the middle of the driveway, and nearly ripped Evie from the car when Samuel stopped.
“I’m okay, Ben.” Tears welled in Evie’s eyes when he pulled her in for a hug. “I fought back,” she said, crumbling finally. “They can’t have us.”
“You’re so brave, kid.”
Samuel didn’t speak as he got out of the car, stalking through the Hollingsdale PD scattered on the lawn to reach the porch. “He’s not okay,” Jamison said to her father when Evie left to follow. “He’s about to lose it.”
They watched as Samuel snatched up the girls, placing one on each hip to march back to the car while Simone held Evie.
“They’re both about to break, and need to take the girls home,” her father replied. “Samuel will feel more secure there.”
“Mama is dirty,” Theo cried, sensing something was wrong as Samuel returned to the car. “She need a bath.”
Fake smile in place, Samuel nodded. “With bubbles? Mama likes her bubbles.”
“How did she get all that stuff on her?” Harper asked. She was entirely too grown to carry, but Jamison didn’t think Samuel cared at the moment. “It looks weird.”
“They use this goo for the ultrasound, and it got on her,” Samuel explained, helping them into the backseat. “Are you guys excited for a baby brother?”
The girls jabbered on about the baby being a boy while Samuel buckled them in. Once he made sure they were secure, he shut the door, the fake smile gone.
“I’m taking my family home.”
Their father placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m going with you.”
“You have to stay here until… until someone we can trust comes back.”
“The police are here.”
“We can’t trust the police.” Samuel’s breathing increased like he was trying not to vomit. “We can’t trust anyone but us.”
The click of the door opening jarred Jamison from her dreamless sleep, and she sat up to see Liam slipping inside her room.
She hadn’t heard from him since the morning. “Are you okay?”
He didn’t reply, only nodded as he stripped down to his boxers. It was close to sunrise, and even in the dark, she could tell he was ready to collapse. After dealing with the police, he’d gone to Samuel and Evie’s place, and from what Jamison heard, things went from bad to worse over there.
“Samuel?”
“Calmer,” Liam whispered. “Josie is coordinating with my parents and will be here soon.”
“Did Samuel really kick all the guards and police out of his house?”
Crawling into bed, he got under the covers with her. “Yes.”
“Holden?”
“They’re making him stay overnight, but there’s no severe damage.” He shifted so they could lie facing each other as the first light of sunrise dared to seep through the blinds. “Have you been able to get any sleep?”
“Every time I close my eyes, I see Pam smiling when she slit her throat.” Refusing to have any space between them, she scooted forward. “Tell me you’re okay.”
